The end of the sentence is here.
The final word "goodbye".
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Our journey's end is near.
The final hour of its time.
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We ran to safety away from sound.
The final heart was fed.
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We hid from a world far too loud.
The final whisper said.
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We've turned our thoughts clear.
The final time to hide.
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We conquered our false fears.
The final time we cried.
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We introduced unknown rages.
The final time to shout.
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We released emotion from its cages.
The final flame went out.
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The remaining pain now numb.
The final act of defiance.
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The ideal now overcome.
The final hour of silence.
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The Quiet Club
PoetryThe extrovert ideal - The omnipresent belief that the ideal self is gregarious, alpha and comfortable in the spotlight. But how can you be those things if you're not wired to do so? Take a look through the eyes of those deemed "quiet" or "shy" as th...
